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Friday, March 15, 2013

Small Celebrations - Busyness (a guest post)

Good morning, good readers and bloggers. Diana Wilder, being quite busy with the subject of this post (as you will see) has asked me to step in and post for her, explaining why she is unable personally to post this morning. It is, of course, a pleasure for me to do so. The gods know she has done enough for me over the years.

She is, as she so divertingly puts it, 'up to her eyebrows in editing', and as she is putting the final polish on a story involving His Majesty my father, and myself at a younger age, she is also impatiently looking forward to working on another story set some fifteen years later in which I, unfortunately, make something of an ass of myself. But it features four of my sons, and that is always enjoyable. And she describes me, privately, as a 'bonny fighter, if distressingly gullible' - I call it wishful thinking - 'and a bit of a doofus as to strategy'. History shows that I was a statesman, not a strategist.

She is also polishing an older story - set in Paris (in my time it was most likely a pile of mud upon which wretched barbarians squatted and squabbled) - with an eye to putting it out on Kindle without a great deal of fanfare.

All of this has her, as she says, 'crazy busy', but she is also delighted. She informs me that only those who have gone through extensive dry spells can understand her delight and celebration at running mad in this way. She will be visiting the other blogs on this 'hop' (such an undignified term!) as she can.

She makes her apologies, informs you all that she is raising a toast to all your celebrations, and knows that those of you who are running in the same lines of madness will understand and celebrate. She also directs me to inform you that she is providing one and all with some 'eye candy' here. I am blushing at the compliment. Now if they could just find a better place to put the sheath for that dagger I would be a happy man.

Well, at the moment he's trying the heimlich maneuver because I laughed and started choking. But I thought one was supposed to stand BEHIND the choking victim... (*ah, to build a world where people don't die, don't get sick, where misunderstandings and heartaches are easily healed - and men still wore sirts!)